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" "I will be there," answered Trenchard, gloomily. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. If you are going that way, why not join us. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. “Where have you been! If Sheila finds out, she’ll kill you!” She summoned a few tears to elicit sympathy from him. "Bravo!" cried the thief-taker approvingly. His arm closed in around her middle and she was caught. “What was that?” she asked sharply. There was a coffee equipage on the table, and some sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up. And there was that dress of hers! She must be warned that she had been imposed upon. His gaze dropped to the black garment that covered her.
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